There was a huge, placid dog in the front yard.
He watched silently as I passed.
Suddenly he barked.
His voice was high-pitched and yappy. Not at all like I’d expect a pony-sized canine to sound.
I looked back…and understood.
The gentle giant wasn’t alone. He had a loud little friend.
Why is it always the little ones who make all the noise?
Every morning I tell myself something good is going to happen.
(I admit, I’m hoping for something really good like a lottery win or news the divorce is finally final.)
Today I went to the beach. It was littered with starfish patiently waiting for the tide to come in. There were so many, I had to watch my step.
There were different types, colours, sizes… It was a briny galaxy.
I realized this was my good thing for the day, and it was enough.